' Are you a slut?" I ask, again knowing theanswer, and how you were conditioned so many months ago. How you and theothers asked to be changed, and y...t I managed to pervert everything thatyou were, by your own genuine request.~~Yes Mistress, I am a slut~~"You love being a slut," I tell you while looking you in the eye.~~Yes,Mistress. I love being a slut,~~Holding your gaze, I ask, "Why does a slut wear red lipstick like that?"The conditioned response comes so easily off your lips, ~~Ruby. You can mail me your reviews any suggestions and your feedback on or you can send it on kik sadmirer113.You might now know about me. I am 5’11’ tall guy, average built. This story is about my experience with my tuition teacher. Let’s call her Mrs. V. I used to live in Thane. I joined her tuition in 12 grade.Something about Mrs. V. She was 5’7”, Dusky complexion and big breasts and huge ass. Like 40 size ass. She used to take personal tuition. After leaving her classes I still used to meet her. . without talking about it, we knew we wouldn’t go all the way ....In this manner we met once or twice a week for a long time. Sometimes just for an outing, a shopping spree or a cup of coffee in town, sometimes for a round of heavy petting. Once we even spent a few days abroad and slept in the same bed, and yet: It took us at least four years to go so far, that I could lick her to a first orgasm ... it happened in her washhouse, the k**s were at home and could have come in any time ... and she. ****************************** Mendoza waited uncomfortably in the foyer. It had been a long time since he had worn such a constricting outfit, or been around so called civilised people. He hated the caged in feeling, tight in his chest. He was only 35 this winter, and had loved his life, til now. God! how he wanted to back out on the open seas. To feel the sun on his face and the salt spray sting his skin, to be with his crew and to test the adventure. He had been told during the day by some.